Trystan got into his chambers and closed the doors shut. He gave out a huge sigh as he walked toward the balcony.

The ocean waters covered him as he looked at the ocean dwellers; fishes, sharks, squids, whales, and many more. The sea creatures were beautiful to him; they could move freely and live their lives, no matter how short they could be.

He closed his eyes and thought about the previous events that occurred.

It had been so long since he spoke to someone about his feelings and thoughts. It felt satisfying to get out what he truly felt, even though it made him sound cruel. A part of him wished that he did not tell Marina how he truly felt; on the other hand, he wanted to.

The king opened his eyes and looked at the ocean; the skies were dark. 

Ever since Zeus cursed him to live in his destroyed kingdom, he would go out to the balcony or take a swim and look up at the far surface. He would daydream of going to the surface. He missed breathing the fresh air he once breathed.

Trystan opened his eyes, took all his clothes off, and threw them back to his chambers. He was nude. His entire being glowed like a bright blue light.

His legs came together and turned into a tail. He transformed into a merman.

The king began to swim within the waters and around his kingdom, enjoying the little freedom.  He then stopped and looked at the outside form of Atlantis. It was destroyed on the outside; the beauty it once had was long gone; unbearable to look upon. There was no color; it was decayed and hollow. Yet, the inside held onto its beauty. For Trystan, it was a cruel joke from Zeus; to torture him.

He sighed and continued swimming but suddenly stopped and saw the balcony window of Marina's chambers.

Trystan felt the desire to look at her again. He did not know why he had the want to see her again. He slowly swam closer to the balcony and was in front of the curtains. The former king took a peek and saw that Marina was asleep. He moved the curtains a bit to better view her sleeping form.

Marina's long hair was sprawled over the pillow; her breaths were soft and quiet.

To Trystan, her sleeping face was beautiful, divine, and innocent. She looked like a goddess to him. He had a temptation to touch her face and body but contained himself.

He looked at his hands and felt he was not worthy of being close to something so beautiful. 

On the other hand, the former king believed he had a good excuse for being close to the human woman; he had been alone for so long and thought he deserved a second chance. Yet, Trystan was too proud to admit it.

Trystan swam back to the balcony. As he entered his chambers, his merman tail changed back to legs. He did not bother to dress.

Trystan lay upon his king-sized bed. He put the soft bedsheet over his body.

Marina was on his mind. He remembered her sleeping figure. He wanted to feel her body close to his and her warmth.

All of a sudden, he could feel his penis become erect. "Damn, I am disgusting,"  he told himself. "Yet, I am still a man." He got a hold of his erect penis and began to pleasure himself. He used the image of Marina to get through his actions.

His breaths were getting heavier; he touched his muscular chest, and bits of sweat dripped down his body. He motioned his head back as he felt himself near his release.

"Marina!" He released. Trystan breathed heavily. However, he felt he wasn't fully satisfied; he wanted to pleasure Marina. Yet, he had to control his impulses; he did not wish the young woman to fear him.

Trystan slowly closed his eyes; sleep overcame him.